Oh, and I was supposed to tell ...
... now has an office relocation taken place and I must say that so far I'm just happy with the new premises. In my old job was just a strange bus companies that went all the way to my job only at 7:45 in the morning and from my job only 17:05 and 17:35 so what contracts under would be a 7.5-h days was of suffering a 9h-day. Moreover, there was no time card and they demanded even money, so I had to Hoard pound coins and tjugopencare if I wanted to go to work. Many times I had to run to the nearest shop and buy gum or a newspaper to be allowed to ride with.
But now I can buy season tickets and the bus runs every fifteen minutes. So although the new office is located twice as far from my home so my days have become shorter. My daily return tickets also gave me no right to travel on other buses in the county so if I did not want to carry around a mega collection of bus coins I plan my days. When the first bus home I had all the shops closed. So I had to jump off at the Little-Tesco and then only because the bus traffic Lill-Tesco, it was like no point to walk the 2km to the nearest bus stop for another bus, it was better to walk all four. So even though I had less than a mil for work so I left my home 7:30 and got home about 18:45 on the days I needed to act. Then did go the bus is not the same route home for work so on the way home, I was still avslängd 1km away from home and then you can just as easily go three and get focused.
Now suddenly all the shops still open when I get home and I can shop where the hell I want. And when I acted, I can get on another bus and get all the way to the door. The card I have to buy because the municipal boundary is between us and the office of the two counties, so I go unchecked in Kent and Sussex as much as I want. The difference in price is - including all the little things I need to buy to get the gear - försummbar.
office is three floors up, there is a rallarkafé with giant sandwiches on homemade bread for a pittance a few houses away from us and if you can not manage to go there, then the best franchise I have encountered so far on the wheel all the way to the office.
Sometime between 11:30 and 14:00 sounds a klaxon that plays "La Cucaracha" through the surroundings. Then all the guys office rats their boards and run like children to ice cream truck. In a red van outside is Duncan and his colleague and they have done something so clever as to furnish a red van with a real espresso machine in the rear. The side door opens for a selection of sandwiches, pies, pasties, crisps and sweets and out of the trunk to get a real espresso made while you watch. It's just that ice cream truck down for adults. The coffee is not the best I've been drinking, but not the worst either. One third of five. I have not tried the sandwiches because there is no chance that they hit Rudy's.
When you enter you think you are moved to an ancient Eastern European countries. Linoleum on the floor and wood paneling on the walls. Nothing is visible behind the glass counter, except for Rudy and his daughter. In one corner stands a cooler and looks abandoned. In addition to soft drinks have fruit juice and - hallelujah - Dairy Crest milk glass bottle: plain, chocolate, banana and strawberry. I do the same thing every time: Plowman's (cheese and pickles) in the Granary and a pint of milk. It gives a very "foreign" feeling to drink his milk from a glass bottle. I get a sandwich, which is bigger than my head, on homemade wheat bread with seeds and small pryttlar, one inch thick slice of cheddar, Branston Pickle, Salad , tomatoes and cucumbers. It is so good that I get a little religious. The rest of the milk gari afternoon coffee. For this I pay £ 3.80.
It is lighter, airier and G are so that I can not see him behind Rajendra. Ten minutes walk from us is a Chinese restaurant with a lunch menu with an appetizer and a main course starts at the 4.50 pounds (ca50sek the moment). Ouch, let go of my arm!
If I want I take the bus the other way and acting in Canterbury, ten minutes from there. That means I will be able to run errands at lunch. When we moved, I will have ten minutes bus to work, buses and even closer in that direction because all the buses go to Canterbury, but only every other straight to Ramsgate. (I can take the bus I want, but must travel a circuitous route and change in Broadstairs with every other bus. Sometimes it suits me fine if I have issues in Westwood Cross - which is what I have the days I'm going to work out (my gym is located there).
office move has been very good at it healed at all, though I now get up earlier. But you will know, I also go home earlier.
Our Easter weekend was however to concentrate on being lowered by a surprise cold. We were sick of foxes both, especially Holy Thursday evening and the whole Good Friday was disgusting with miserable sore throat. We celebrated because - involuntarily - Good Friday in style contemplation of old church spirit. (I tex contemplating to drink battery acid for ever that it would hurt as much as his neck was already doing)
Just in time for today, I was healthy enough to go back to work anyway, but I snorer course, as usual, and it will enough to last a month.
Hugs to you, Mom!
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